In the middle of Helion's joy, only one false note rang.

They passed it between them and the sweet note of brandy rang clear in the air.

Battered the instrument might have been, but its notes rang sweet and true.

Whatever else might be false, that note in his nature rang true.

A long way off, a plaintive note rang in the hot, moist air.

Again came that distant, murmuring call, and the note of urgency rang within it.

Even when played clean, the notes ring on for longer than you would believe possible.

The Captain's lips pursed and clear notes rang on the air.

Now its notes rang again, serene and beautiful, in another ritual of parting.

The sweet notes of the truce call rang across the water.